The Dog claimed it to be green
The Bull challenged, said it was grey
The Man pronounced it as red.

It was solid
When I touched it
But Mr. Neutrino, who happened to pass through it
Proclaimed
It was a milky way.

The Ant failed seventeen times
In its endeavor to climb it-
-it’s a steep mountain-
She said.

The tree did not know how to see
But it acknowledged its presence by bowing low
In the opposite direction
Directing its roots to circumvent it.

I saw it but saw it from this side
She saw it from the other
We got into a verbal duel
The scene was not the same.

The scene got metamorphosed
When her eyes were replaced
The scene also got changed
When my mind was displaced.

The scene always gets transmuted
When the seer is changed
The dog sees it as green
The bull sees it as grey.

The scene is always
What the seer sees
As what is.

If there’s no seer
There’s no scene.

12/26/2001

Posted on 12/26/2001
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